The Alliance (TomTord Fanfic) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 7

     Tom groaned softly in pain as he rolled over onto his side. The sheets covering him didn't feel comfortable at all. In fact, they were thin and felt like paper. He pushed them off of his body and slowly opened his eyes. The world around him seemed fuzzy, all he could hear was a soft beeping sound before a gasp broke the silence. Tom slowly blinked his eyes, making them adjust to the bright colors of the room. There, about two centimeters from his face, stood Tord, grinning while tears rolled down his cheeks.
   "You're awake! I.... I thought you were dead!" Tord stuttered with his words and wiped his eyes, backing up slightly. Tom couldn't help but blush softly as the Norwegian actually showed some niceness to him.
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Commie." Tom muttered under his breath and chuckled. Well, more of wheezed out some laughter, making Tord shut him up by placing a finger to his lips.
"Shh. You probably shouldn't laugh. It'll hurt." He stated, pointing to Tom's stomach. The Brit looked down and saw his stomach was wrapped up with bloody bandages, probably from where he was shot. He then realised something else; he was shirtless. Tom instantly grabbed the covers again and pulled them over his body, blushing madly. Tord only laughed.
"Sorry. They had to change your bandages not to long ago and I guess they forgot to put the hospital clothes back on." Tord laughed. Tom sighed and growled 'pervert' under his breath. So that's where he was; a hospital. The memories of the battle flashed through his mind. The teamwork, the shooting, Edd. Wait.
"Where's Edd?! Is he ok?!" Tom asked, bolting up again and growling at the sharp pain in his stomach. Tord looked over to him; his laughing imminently stopping as he grew an almost disappointed look on his face.
"Yeah... he's fine. He just got shot in the arm. The doctors said it stuck a major blood vessel, but he'll live...." Tord trailed off. Tom looked at him confused. If Edd was fine, why did Tord look disappointed.
Of course, Tom thought the communist leader was lying, so he stood up, ignoring the pain, and grabbed his overcoat, which was sitting on a chair.
"I'm going to go check on him." Tom stated as he covered himself up with the army uniform piece. Tord nodded softly and looked down at his feet as Tom left the room and started walking down the hallway.

   After a few minutes of aimlessly walking, he finally found a room that seemed booked. Tom grabbed the papers that were by the door in a file holder and scanned them. The papers belonged to a certain Edd Judge. Tom smiled, placed the papers back, and opened the door quietly. He looked in to see Edd sleeping on a hospital bed while Matt sat besides him in a chair. Matt instantly looked over to Tom and sat up straight, saluting the blue leader. Tom chuckled softly and waved his hand in the air, telling Matt to stop. He obeyed and put his hand down, smiling softly. Tom walked over to his friend and sat besides him, looking at Edd.
   "Is he... ok?" Tom asked.
    "Yeah. He's just been knocked out with painkillers." Matt looked over at Tom with dull colored eyes. Tom instantly felt bad for Matt, knowing how much he cared for the green-clad cinniroll. Tom got up and patted Matt's fluffy, ginger hair, reassuring him that everything was going to be ok.

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    Tord sat in his chair and leaned back, sighing heavily. For once in his life, he actually tried to show some compassion towards his enemy. A sign of saying that he didn't hate Tom fully. But of course, the stupid Jahovah's Witness didn't even pick up on it. He showed no sign of caring, or even trying to care. His mind just went straight to his best friend and he ran off, leaving Tord to feel like he was abandoned. He sighed and closed his eyes, holding back a few tears that wanted to slip out. Did Tom still hate him for the incident that happened so long ago? Did he just always hate the Norwegian man that much?

   His thoughts were ripped away as he heard the door opening. He opened his one good eye and looked over to see Paul entering the room. He looked over to Tord and smiled, probably sensing that he was in a bad mood. Paul walked over to Tord and sat down next to him.
   "You alright there, Red Leader?"
   "I guess... why are you here?"
   "Pat told me I would find you here. Guess he wasn't wrong." Paul chuckled at his slight joke and stopped once he saw Tord look away.
   "What did he need?"
    "Nothing. We just wanted to see if you were injured."
    "Of course not, Paul! I would never be injured by that stupid son of a bitch look-alike of mine!" Tord suddenly snapped at his soldier, who scooted away from Tord in his seat. Tord huffed with anger as he stood up, a rant already on his mind. "That stupid bitch, trying to fucking take away the love of my life. And for what?!? I don't even know his motives, yet he hates my guts. The fuck did I ever do to him?! Why... the fuck.... is he.... doing this.....?" Tord slowly collapsed to his knees onto the hospital floor, tears spilling out his eyes at full speed. He covered his face with his hands and started fully crying, not caring if he looked weak in front of his soldier. Paul instantly sunk down besides Tord and patted his back, trying to calm his leader down slightly. Tord looked at him for a second before hugging Paul tightly, crying into his shoulder. Paul only chuckled softly and hugged Tord back.